Worn

You are here, you are now, you’re important
Where you’re from, detail of indent’fication – your ability
Stranded but not bound, you strike for recognition of the sound mobility
For whose sake? A simple answer: The king that died before the other king
Onlookers, they too, die without’ving heard Sting
In plantations, lands of federality, lie the skulls of those who’ve played
Not eroding vital culture, adding, though, in fact
In this current moment swindle Opium addicted kinds
I, for one, like you though should, point to father and grandfather’s worn soft lapel
Squeezes like a sponge, not like those of other kinds that leave the splinter in the finger
Here it sits on walls the ancestors have placed
I watch them every day unfazed
A simple pleasure: ‘member those that’ve never glazed
Over dicey thought and act endeavour t’show the other kinds that grazed
Interest in quiet order leaves my belly past the border
Ship that never sailed has me wanting to pre-board her
Oils and spices brought from ponderous and primate wards
I have never fought with swords
Likeness is the preciousest affair I have, don’t confuse my stature with those other kinds that’ve starved
Either hills and churches stand, or I break upon my levied arm
Dice, they might have played, in those of olden mightful days
Those that lay before the quest’ning man
Intermediaries of historic land
Excitement’s what I really want—not to seem a wart without my worth
Quarters I have never occupied before; that must be because of honor, grace, and war
Reap—I’d never—fruit of ordinals that precede my moament
Singers, they have melodied ‘ver the condonement
But I stand like this, and why don’t you?
I shall send a tongue or two to smite the incest that you do

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Dedicated to Carl Sagan